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The Blessing of Years

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[male vocals] Old

Age

is

a

blessing

I

pray

for

this

blessing,

i

cant

wish

to

twist

the

hand

of

time,

i

cant

wish

for

a

better

Calenda,

i

cant

beg

for

more

extra

time

to

be

added.

I

pray

to

embrace

it

with

honour

and

blessing

knowfully

well

that

i

have

lived

my

dreams

to

fullest,

that

i

have

exhausted

every

ounce

of

gift

on

this

earth.

Old

age

is

a

blessing,

wrinkles

are

no

curses,

tiny

walking

is

no

burden

to

the

hapless

body

that

wears

the

weights

of

years

well

spent

on

this

earth.

Wrinkles

winks

like

wick,

each

year

the

wick

burns

and

bear

brunt

of

giving

light

to

the

body.

it

burns

slowly,

later,

very

fast

as

if

it's

running

out

of

time.

Sometimes,

it

comes

fast,

it

sometimes

it

comes

slowly,

sometime

it

comes

with

soft

pains

in

the

joints

and

bones,

to

some,

it

comes

fast

and

flash,

some

survived,

some

suffered,

some

got

swallowed

by

severe

death.

Fate

and

age

hang

in

the

balance

for

everyone,

the

rolling

stone

gathers

enough

moss,

or

gathers

nothing.

Time

fast

spent,

energy

burnt

out,

bones

worn

out,

flesh

wrinkled

like

fish's

scales.

Eyes

dimed,

dreams

done

and

dusted,

goal

chased

finished

and

framed,

money

spent

and

dumped,

taste

bud

gone

stall,

choicest

fashion

niled.

Old

age

is

a

blessing,

wrinkles

are

no

curses,

tiny

walking

stick

is

no

burden,

fallen

Olympus

is

no

problem,

it

was

time

well

spent

on

good

earth.

Joystick

is

weak,

cant

swim

the

orifice

anymore,

it

looks

like

fallen

Olympus

with

dry

fountain.

The

weight

of

running

the

fountains

for

many

years

is

waned

and

worn

and

weak.

The

hapless

body

now

rests

on

walking

stick,

the

little

body

cant

bear

the

weights

of

the

body

anymore

without

the

little

aid

of

tiny

stick.

Old

age

is

a

blessing,

not

a

curse,

not

a

disease.

The

body

wear

wrinkles

do

so

with

honours,

the

head

that

wears

gray

hairs

is

a

blessing,

it

is

no

small

fit

to

wear

this

crown

of

old

age.

You

cant

buy

it,

you

cant

wish

it

away,

you

cant

bribe

it,

you

cant

push

it

to

another,

you

cant

reject

its

offers

and

gifts

of

years,

it's

earned

not

given,

it

comes

with

blessings

and

consequences.

Old

age

is

a

blessing,

wrinkles

are

no

curses,

tiny

walking

stick

is

no

burden,

fallen

Olympus

is

no

problem,

it

was

time

well

spent

on

good

earth.

If

you

lived

right,

fine.

If

you

spent

it

chasing

rats

and

winds,

you

live

with

the

brunts,

if

you

spent

it

lifting

others,

the

blessing

rests

on

your

shoulders

like

a

badge

of

honours.

Every

dick

and

harry

has

a

reward

for

his

good

and

bad.

I

pray

for

this

blessing,

i

cant

wish

to

twist

the

hand

of

time,

i

cant

wish

for

a

better

Calenda,

i

cant

beg

for

more

extra

time

to

be

added.

I

pray

to

embrace

it

with

honour

and

blessing

knowfully

well

that

i

have

lived

my

dreams

to

fullest,

that

i

have

exhausted

every

ounce

of

gift

on

this

earth.

Whenever

i

die,

dont

cry

for

my

exit,

dont

mourn

my

dead

body ,

instead,

throw

a

party

and

celebrate

my

legendary,

celebrate

the

gift

bestowed

on

the

earth,

celebrate

my

songs,

celebrate

my

passing

with

honours.

I

spent

my

time

well

enough

to

crown

others,

i

spent

my

time

in

discipline

and

good

work

for

the

humanity

and

the

good

earth.

Old

age

is

a

blessing,

wrinkles

are

no

curses,

tiny

walking

stick

is

no

burden,

fallen

Olympus

is

no

problem,

it

was

time

well

spent

on

good

earth.

No

time

to

waste,

no

time

to

throw

frivolities

around,

no

time

gallivanting

for

piss

and

poo

affairs,

no

gambling,

no

binging

all

day,

no

idlelying

away

with

lazy

fellows.

The

head

wore

crowns

and

won

the

earth

and

earned

a

passing

badge

and

its

parades.

I

wont

die

till

i

am

done,

i

wont

go

till

the

baton

is

passed,

i

wont

go

till

i

am

old

in

deep

years,

down

and

aged

with

wrinkles,

i

wont

die

till

there

is

no

ink

left

in

my

pen,

i

wont

pass

away

in

pains

and

penury.

I

will

pass

away

in

my

own

ways

with

lights

and

friends

watching

me

pass

with

smiles

and

thankfully

cheers

like

a

king

on

distant

journey.

Eventhough,

good

and

bad

grow

old,

it

is

not

in

my

power

to

judge

anyone,

only

God

can

judge

anyone

and

everyone.

But

one

thing

for

sure.

The

evil

people

do,

live

with

them

and

its

consequences.

Old

age

is

a

blessing,

wrinkles

are

no

curses,

tiny

walking

stick

is

no

burden,

fallen

Olympus

is

no

problem,

it

was

time

well

spent

on

good

earth.

Eventhough,

good

and

bad

grow

old,

it

is

not

in

my

power

to

judge

anyone,

only

God

can

judge

anyone

and

everyone.

But

one

thing

for

sure.

The

evil

people

do,

live

with

them

and

its

consequences.

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